Someday, somewhere and somehow, we can sit side by side.
On my bench or in your bedroom, it's up to you.
we do the talk-show, your own word of my quality-fancy talk.
we laughed the days we had, we shared the days we missed, we seek for the next adventure.
and we dance under the rain, hold each other and singing a song that we always sang loudly on the way home. We get inside and drink hot chocolate, you hold my hands and we're staring smile.
After running around, got lost and over blinded,
finally we knew, we are good each other.
Simple.